The Sicilian Captive Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDEE FFGG HHII JJKK LLMM NNOO PPQQ RRSS KKTT UUEEVVWW XXEU YYZZAA A2A2B2B2OC2 PPD2D2EU KKE2F2G2 H2I2J2J2 IIK2L2The champions had come from their fields of war | A |
Over the crests of the billows far | B |
They had brought back the spoils of a hundred shores | C |
Where the deep had foam'd to their flashing oars | C |
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They sat at their feast round the Norse king's board | D |
By the glare of the torch light the mead was pour'd | D |
The hearth was heap'd with the pine boughs high | E |
And it flung a red radiance on shields thrown by | E |
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The Scalds had chaunted in Runic rhyme | F |
Their songs of the Sword and the olden time | F |
And a solemn thrill as the harp chords rung | G |
Had breath'd from the walls where the bright spears hung | G |
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But the swell was gone from the quivering string | H |
They had summon'd a softer voice to sing | H |
And a captive girl at the warriors' call | I |
Stood forth in the midst of that frowning hall | I |
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Lonely she stood in her mournful eyes | J |
Lay the clear midnight of southern skies | J |
And the drooping fringe of their lashes low | K |
Half veil'd a depth of unfathom'd wo | K |
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Stately she stood tho' her fragile frame | L |
Seem'd struck with the blight of some inward flame | L |
And her proud pale brow had a shade of scorn | M |
Under the waves of her dark hair worn | M |
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And a deep flush pass'd like a crimson haze | N |
O'er her marble cheek by the pine fire's blaze | N |
No soft hue caught from the south wind's breath | O |
But a token of fever at strife with death | O |
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She had been torn from her home away | P |
With her long locks crown'd for her bridal day | P |
And brought to die of the burning dreams | Q |
That haunt the exile by foreign streams | Q |
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They bade her sing of her distant land | R |
She held its lyre with a trembling hand | R |
Till the spirit its blue skies had given her woke | S |
And the stream of her voice into music broke | S |
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Faint was the strain in its first wild flow | K |
Troubled its murmur and sad and low | K |
But it swell'd into deeper power ere long | T |
As the breeze that swept over her soul grew strong | T |
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'They bid me sing of thee mine own my sunny land of thee | U |
Am I not parted from thy shores by the mournful sounding sea | U |
Doth not thy shadow wrap my soul in silence let me die | E |
In a voiceless dream of thy silvery founts and thy pure deep sapphire sky | E |
How should thy lyre give here its wealth of buried sweetness forth | V |
Its tones of summer's breathings born to the wild winds of the north | V |
'Yet thus it shall be once once more my spirit shall awake | W |
And thro' the mists of death shine out my country for thy sake | W |
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That I may make thee known with all the beauty and the light | X |
And the glory never more to bless thy daughter's yearning sight | X |
Thy woods shall whisper in my song thy bright streams warble by | E |
Thy soul flow o'er my lips again yet once my Sicily | U |
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'There are blue heavens far hence far hence but oh their glorious blue | Y |
Its very night is beautiful with the hyacinth's deep hue | Y |
It is above my own fair land and round my laughing home | Z |
And arching o'er my vintage hills they hang their cloudless dome | Z |
And making all the waves as gems that melt along the shore | A |
And steeping happy hearts in joy that now is mine no more | A |
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'And there are haunts in that green land oh who may dream or tell | A2 |
Of all the shaded loveliness it hides in grot and dell | A2 |
By fountains flinging rainbow spray on dark and glossy leaves | B2 |
And bowers wherein the forest dove her nest untroubled weaves | B2 |
The myrtle dwells there sending round the richness of its breath | O |
And the violets gleam like amethysts from the dewy moss beneath | C2 |
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'And there are floating sounds that fill the skies thro' night and day | P |
Sweet sounds the soul to hear them faints in dreams of heaven away | P |
They wander thro' the olive woods and o'er the shining seas | D2 |
They mingle with the orange scents that load the sleepy breeze | D2 |
Lute voice and bird are blending there it were a bliss to die | E |
As dies a leaf thy groves among my flowery Sicily | U |
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'I may not thus depart farewell yet no my country no | K |
Is not love stronger than the grave I feel it must be so | K |
My fleeting spirit shall o'ersweep the mountains and the main | E2 |
And in thy tender starlight rove and thro' thy woods again | F2 |
Its passion deepens it prevails I break my chain I come | G2 |
To dwell a viewless thing yet blest in thy sweet air my home ' | - |
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And her pale arms dropp'd the ringing lyre | H2 |
There came a mist o'er her eye's wild fire | I2 |
And her dark rich tresses in many a fold | J2 |
Loosed from their braids down her bosom roll'd | J2 |
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For her head sank back on the rugged wall | I |
A silence fell o'er the warriors' hall | I |
She had pour'd out her soul with her song's last tone | K2 |
The lyre was broken the minstrel gone | L2 |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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